Interesting...

I happened upon something very interesting earlier today. One of my pals posted a musing on the price of friendship on her blog. It is a deeply profound observation and I strongly urge everyone to take a gander at it. Look at it. Chew on it. Digest it. Remember that our harshest critics are those that care about us. And they are harsh for a reason. We all need someone to reach through time and space and drag our asses back to reality. If we cannot do that (for ourselves) because our own judgment is so clouded, should we not rely on our friends for help? If you cannot appreciate a friend sticking out their neck for you...well...I guess the question is, "what the hell is wrong with you, anyhow???"

Lately, I have found myself in the position of trying to help a non-friend, though. Why on earth would I help a non-friend, an un-person you may ask? Generally because I feel, deep down inside, that it is the right thing to do. It would be so much easier to walk away and glance over my shoulder at the train wreck. It would. And the energy it would save me would certainly help me get over the two-week fever I have been running.

For whatever reason, I seem to have been "blessed" with a soul and a conscience. It is that part of my moral fibre that keeps me from shutting the phuck up and keeps me plugging away at something that is becoming more and more futile as the moments pass.

Alas, my efforts of kindness are being turned back on me. My decent intentions are being deflected and the angst of the person in question is being projected on me as if I were a movie theatre screen. I suppose this is the time where you cut your losses, duck for cover and pray that the universe does not collapse.

Sometimes...people, friends or un-friends, do not want help. Sometimes, they just may want to implode on their own. The difference between the friend and the un-friend is that you stay around to pick up the pieces of your broken friend. The un-friend, you just need to keep walking. Far and fast from the mess. And don't forget your kevlar and numpty deflect-o shield when the implosion happens. You will need to keep yourself as safe as possible from the shrapnel.